Your smell oozes out of my pores

along with the alcohol consumed last night

used to wipe away the image of your face

imprinted on the back of my eyelids

I would burn my fingertips

if I thought it would erase the feel

of your skin that lingers

long after you are gone

The whisper of your voice

has taken up residence 

roaming the vacant rooms 

of my mind

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